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beauty, creative-writing, fiction and poetry, Life, Love, Poems, poetry

Writing in a dream

You wear a skin of butterfly bush,
and bathe in a pond of musk,
a dark ocean slithers in your eyes,
with a breeze of warmth trespassing
flesh and bones.
An elixir of forgetfulness drips by the lips,
while potent desire brews on the tongue,
I sometimes wonder what your voice could do,
in the dark?
The collarbone is a carved symphony
with a pleasant hymn in the rain nights,
Have you ever touched something
and not see it melt and sublimate at the same time,
I feel sorry for your neck, for it is a sublime echo of loneliness,
awaiting a cold drizzle that drips to your waist slowly.
Your hands do not forget your love,
they leave imprints on fleshes of those very lucky.
Well I don’t believe in luck.
I believe in writing about them with my bare hands.
What about you?

– SB

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beauty, creative-writing, Desire, Fiction & Poetry, Life, Love, Poems, poetry

Eden

The tongue is heartless servant, it slithers on your neck and lips, like a snake devoid of warm flesh, I feel the warmth and the tremble in cleavage, but I am cursed as in eden.

It smothers the bra slowly, peeking within satanic eyes, the warmth is a thirst for a thing made of out flesh, it multiples while inside, caressing, pressing, Disappearing with eyes,
Your breath is a kiss of blaze burning and I was a winter worth nurturing with hands choking my existence

The breasts caressed slowly, into a tumultuous moment of touch, I trace the tips to its origin, feeling them erect and ready for to pleased, unhook now and lie down, let me taste the eden before being banished forever.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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beauty, creative-writing, Desire, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Life, Love, Poems, poetry

Summer

Trace her curves
and the silhouetted hips,
the soft swollen breasts
await the touch
at the hidden crevices.
The nectar drips
begging to be explored
by the glazed fingers
and thirst ridden tongue.
It should be long dry summer,
Let us be wet like never before.

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Desire, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Heart, Life, Love, Poems, poetry

In the Rain

Have I told you lately?
Of how I trace your scent
every time it rains violently.

This very ground trembles today.
nonchalant to our unending sighs.
We were the two inescapable shadows,
now we drift away from each other
into an incomprehensible darkness

On this edge of dissolution,
a mere push of time.
dissolves us as intangible memories
This air, drenched in regret
wraps us in a blanket of past,
to let us abandon our beginnings.
as a feast for this immortal rain.

Our hands caress the untouched remains
We forget the skies and the cold water
trickling down our backs.
In a blink, we finally become
the smell of the earth,
after the rain, that is always full of love,
but no one knows why.

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